Buried

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I try to mask it
But it’s there
Buried deep
But not deep enough
Layers of days
And even years
Piling on top
Pushing it down
Trying to erase
The ugliness
The pain
The absurdity
All the lies
One small dagger
Could put an end
To all the misery
All that I feel
And yet even conviction
Of a self
I hardly know
Could right
All that’s wrong
But doubt stifles
My strength
Yielding both scenarios
Futile and foolish
So I continue
To suffer
In endless silence
Because I fail
To utilize
The power
I myself hold
To change
To make a difference
Even a slight one
But still…
If only I trusted
The outcome
If only I believed
In myself

© 2019 Michelle Cook

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Who am I?

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Who am I?
Some say I’ve changed
But have I?
Or am I merely revealing
Who I always was
Maybe I’m just fed-up
With people not understanding
Perhaps I’m finally breaking free
From always hiding the true me
There seems to come a time
When we can no longer be afraid
To let others finally see
Our true identity

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Just let it in…

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There are so many facets of love
Is there any way to fully understand them all?
Unfortunately, love doesn’t come in a one size fits all sort of box
It doesn’t come wrapped in perfection and realistic expectations
Love is often messy and not very well thought out at all
It’s an emotion that often takes us by complete surprise
And there never seems to be an explanation for how it starts
The line between love and hate seems to be easily bridged
We see this when we dislike someone one day and love them the next
And the funny thing is, we don’t get to choose who we’re going to love
In fact, it seems that love chooses us; it always has and always will
We are helpless to resist the power of love even though we often try
And running away from love seems to be the worst thing we can do
Love will always find us, no matter where we try to hide
Go ahead and try it if you don’t believe this to be the truth
Just accept the fact that love will never make sense and it doesn’t need to
The only thing you need to worry about now
Is how you’re going to begin to let love in.

© 2019 Michelle Cook

The keeper of her heart

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He was the grantor
Of wishes
And the bearer
Of love
He was the giver
Of affection
And the maker
Of dreams
He was the bestower
Of kindness
And the producer
Of happiness
But most of all
He was the keeper
Of her heart

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  The keeper of her heart

 

Forsaken

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The sheets
Were the only witness
As to what transpired
That day
Ending up discarded
In a disheveled mess
On a cold
Barren floor
Tossed nonchalantly aside
Like they never
Even mattered
All the warmth
They ever gave
Instantaneously forgotten
As a sudden moment
Of unforeseen passion
Left them crumpled
And useless

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Wednesday

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The clock
Was restless
In anticipation
Of another day

The girl
Was helpless
To keep procrastination
At bay

The work
Was senseless
And wouldn’t
Go away

The day
Was useless
Windy
And gray

The outlook
Was pointless
But she’d promised
To stay

The desire
Was reckless
To find
Another way

The afternoon
Was zealous
Beseeching her
To play

The schoolbook
Was jealous
Begging her
Not to sway

The convincing
Was endless
And she became
Its prey

The pendulum
Was voiceless
With nothing else
To say

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Maddigan Brown

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There are some people
You just never forget
Usually they’re strange
Or full of vile and wit

Maddigan Brown
Was one of those boys
Always goofing around
Making some noise

The teachers all sneered at him
Rolling their eyes
He couldn’t do anything
Without being chastised

But Maddigan didn’t care
He craved the attention
Even when his behavior
Got him thrown in detention

He was a stranger to me
But someone I wish I could have met
For he was a legend in his time
Someone nobody will forget

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For my daughter, Brie 😉

Corrupted

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As the ink slowly drips
Conjuring its spell
I give myself over
To the desires that dwell

I watch the words forming
In a vapory haze
Leaving me sickened
Weary and dazed

Stretching the bounds
Of my disjointed affliction
I write through hell
For this is my addiction

Lured once again
By this mysterious fate
These are moments
I live to hate

© 2019 Michelle Cook

Just because…

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He knows the exact way
To pull me out
Whenever the world
Doesn’t want me about

He sees me for me
And loves all my flaws
He accepts who I am
There is no hidden clause

He keeps my secrets
And shares his own
Never making me feel
As if I’m alone

He cares for me
In a way nobody else does
And he does it all
Just because

© 2019 Michelle Cook


Writing prompt:  Melted bliss

Listen to your mother…

One thing I’ve never done is written anything for obvious reasons.  Everything I write has a much deeper meaning, and few people are privy to the real interpretation.  And in a way, that is so much more satisfying to me because there are things I don’t want to have to explain to the world.  My true self is hidden somewhere within the words that scatter across every page I write.  All those cryptic words… most reminiscent of days long ago when the seasons couldn’t change fast enough; when life took me by surprise every goddamn day, messing with my heart and soul.  Seems like a lifetime ago, and yet it really wasn’t, or was it?  Those who think they know me, are only fooling themselves.  Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to judge a book by its cover? ~M

Silver Sand

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Silver grains of sand
Tickle my fingers
Running straight through
Never willing to linger

And just like time
They empty from my hand
Causing me to wonder
Where every speck will land

Will they become more
Transformed into something of worth
Or will they forever be fragments
Of unembellished earth

© 2019 Michelle Cook


For a month of writing prompts, click here;  Silver sand

Blank page

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You stare at me
All bright and clean
Forever taunting
It’s so damn mean

I know your game
I’ve seen it before
Ever daring me
To come explore

To drip my ink
Upon your page
Convincing me
It’s all the rage

But what if I finally
Told you no
Would you then
Just let me go

Or would you dare me
To be your writer
Suggesting I stay
For an overnighter

I can tell you this
You’re wasting your attempts
Cause I feel nothing
But contempt

So unless you want
Your page turned grey
Think I’ll just
Be on my way

© 2019 Michelle Cook